The Evil that Men Do. By Helen Fayle (c) July 2002 'I'd have to concur,' a smooth voice smirked behind the Doctor. The Master smiled and nodded at the Valeyard. He patted the Doctor's red coat patronisingly. 'Let me get this one.' 'Why?' The Master's beardless face creased into a triumphant smile as he handed a smoking "Gallifreyan Sunset" to the Doctor. 'Why for destroying Gallifrey of course: all that effort I expended to destroy the place and its hypocritical inhabitants, and for the best of reasons, you do it for me!' His smile grew even broader. 'Take a long look in the mirror, Doctor - who's staring back at you now?'